CHAPTER 9I woke up to the sound of heavy cannons. Our building shook. The Russians were shelling the city. Each explosion felt like an earthquake. I scrambled out of bed. Everybody else was getting up. My aunt rushed into the living room in her nightgown and with her night cream on her face. Krisztina was right behind her. “My God,” my aunt said. “1945 all over again. It can’t be.”
I turned on the light so I could find my tennis shoes. “Turn it off,” my aunt ordered. “We have to keep the lights off. Everybody! Down into the cellar!” She went into the kitchen and was back with a kerosene lamp. “Cheetah, unplug the radio and bring it down with you.”
Another explosion rocked the building. This one was closer than the last. “Hurry up, let’s go,” my aunt ordered. No one dawdled. Guszti and hi
